Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.